Bad Religion

Atomic Garden Lyrics Bad Religion


Bad Religion - Atomic Garden Songtext

everybody wants to dance in a playpen
but nobody wants to play in my garden
i see the hippies on an angry line
guess they don't get my meaning
i'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
i'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
i like the Fourth of July
when bombs start flashing
and I wish I had a shiny red top
a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
so I cold make the gardening stop

come out to play
come out to play
an we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
in my atomic garden

all my scientists are working on a deadline
so my psychiatrist is working day and nighttime
they say they know what's best for me
but they don't know what they're doing
and i'm glad i'm not Gorbatchov
cause i'd iwggle all night
like jelly in a pot
at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot
and a party that will never stop


i hope there's nothing wrong out there
i'm watching from my room inside my room

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